Long Bedroom Poems
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Dreamt I had the power
To turn back Hand’s ungodly hours
Bending backwards to the beginning
To the Time before time... before all the sinning
To Genesis, The Garden of Eden
I walked and talked with Adam and soon to be “Eve”
So pure and innocent, so natural in their nudity
The Air still full of Thy scent
Not stagnate like now full of absinth
It smelt of Heavenly breath, everything blessed
No pollution nor any pompous political ripened fruition
No ins or outs of institutions, no constant constipation
Only my endless awe of undulating ovations
Not a smudge of stink... before all extinctions could brink
And with that thought, the Serpent greets me too
And without a thought, I chopped it up in two
Into a stew, a brew, a compost pile of goo
But why stop there, have no fear it’s true
I chopped that tree of good and evil knowledge too
Into firewood, soon to come to flame
Burn the fruit of fame
Burn the fruit, give a hoot
Cook the snake into poetrysoup
Only to be awakened
“Wow, that was lucid!”
I feel as if my soul’s been shaken
I give a real big cat-stretch exclusive
Then sigh, “If only...”
I meander to my bedroom window
Looking out to see... reality
But I can’t believe my eyes
What is this... this can't be true?
There’s trillions of the children
Of Adam and Believe (the wife's new name)'s seed
Earth is still Eden though a garden beyond belief
The sky's a deep royal blue not grey
Everyone’s dancing with blissful grins
Everyone ignorant of sin
Why everyone is spanking nude today!
Who cares!? Everyone’s alive!
Everyone, naturally high
Then, it hits me... I done did it
No one's ever died or dies
It is Labor Day
I am paid not work
but what am I to do
the festive trimmings are not attached
so the perk is an useless quirk and
my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps
as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am
the coffee maker perks at 6:15am
my rested body flings away the covers
I watch the Today show while shaving
fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines
wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime
but the dog is on his normal morning schedule
so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify
no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen
so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice
my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage
my engine is in overdrive, but where to go
no parades, pageants append this vapid day
but there is no reason to stay at home either
no arriving relatives to amend the boredom
still, I have one day's free pay to spend
maybe, I'll take the car to the wash
nah, that is a weekend ritual
perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop
nah, the drive is longer than my work commute
OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian
I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters
but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint
and didn't my wife need the car for her
annual holiday shopping spree
I could re-mow the lawn to give it
a manicured look, but nah
to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic
so I curl up in front of the TV
finish watching the Today show
contented with the lofty notion that
I am being paid to while away the day
There was a time in yesteryear
When I had lived alone,
I had come across a certain fear
Of things that dwell below
My mind kept leaping back inside
The dark holes of the unknown
Till one night I felt cruel eyes
Burning into my own
I hadn’t welcomed it I swear!
—please do not get me wrong
I couldn’t remain, I wouldn’t dare
Stay there for too long
I fled towards my bathroom,
As if that would scare it away!
I’d lose it, I assumed
As long as I didn’t stay
For a full hour I sat there
On the toilet seat
Sitting in the darkness where
I stared at my cold feet
Finally, standing, I opened up the door
I heard the screech of the hinge,
That creak and nothing more…
But still, it made me cringe
Each night I felt the eyes upon me
Fixedly, more and more
But one dark, cold night I suddenly saw
A figure at my bedroom door
My eyes couldn’t leave the sight
Of the insidious, insisting guest
My heart thumped drastically in fright
As you probably would have guessed
It stood there upon the blemished floor
Watching me in my bed
Its body leaned against my door
Tilting and jerking its head
I screamed and clutched onto my covers
Stabbing to stay my heart
Trying to reach the telephone for others
But it was just too far!
I looked out of my window
Watching the rain patter against the sill
I was trying to distract my terrified woe
That haunted me against my will
I must have been losing my mind
But one night I felt braver and sane,
Trying to be courteous and kind,
Though scared I asked, “What is your name?”
The atmosphere grew darker within the room
I thought that I would die of fright
“My name is Tsustaroth,” it said
“And I am kissing you goodnight”
In horror I saw it moving towards me
My blankets flew away
Its fiendish look of reptile beast
Was zooming towards my face!
I moved to the corner of the room
And it turned its head towards me
I felt the burning of terror and doom
Revel inside of me
Then I saw it disappear
Into the dusty floors
But thrashing footsteps I could still hear
Closer and closer…thumping on the floorboards
As soon as it had left the scene
I felt the earth beneath my skin
I felt so alive, so eerily keen
I felt the darkness lurking within
“And every night, yes every while,
I’ll visit you at your door,”
As he spoke I felt myself hysterically smile!
“ And we won’t be lonely anymore…”
I've a bag for spiders, you may ask why
Cannot stand them, when I spy one I cry
Pop them into the bag each one I snatch
Though they're speedy and difficult to catch.
The bag is creepy for it walks the floor
Not seen anything alike it before
I find it in the kitchen, bedroom too
I've even found spider bag in the loo.
Can’t decide what to do with the dam bag
Dare not throw it away, though it's a drag
I could not kill spiders, that would be sad
It would play on my mind and drive me mad.
What can I do with the bag, tell me please
I'm going out of my mind, I believe
To put it in a bin would be a sin
Perhaps I just must let the bag live in.
“Hello,
How are you doing so far?
Good to know yeah…”
You wanna know
What lies ahead?
My heart bleeds…
“Hello? You hear me?”
She hung up the phone and then I walk away in utter humiliation and sadness, then I pick up a necklace and I still have hope in mind. God speaks through me with blessed words…
With such blessed words
The phone rings
I answer
Okay then…
I got your attention…
we can break through
The chaos
The broken dreams
Remember this:
“I love you
And He’ll relieve you from the flu
Take care,
Bye”
And then I hung up and I regretted it ever since. I wanted to actually talk to Amy and she hung up on me. I went straight up the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind me…I think of better thoughts – God the most high saves me with His helping hand and lead me to a brilliant pathway.
Please help me not to sway away
From this relieving reality…
God is there…everywhere I walk
Whenever I talk
Whenever I listen
Whenever I glisten with pride
I submit to Him like a bride
I sang some songs, referring to God
Oh my God,
I love you so…
Show me where Your wind blow…
Oh…oh…yeah…
Unlock my soul with a golden key
God’s the key…that opens the door for me…
She sits in her room alone and waiting
Bursting to bloom is her anticipating
This girl so young just a teenager at heart
One day to adventure for her life to kick start
She grew up reserved never venturing out
Believing she was ugly her mind so in doubt
Boyfriends she's never had close friends kept at bay
No childhood deserves this not growing up to play
Then out of the blue to the school ball she is asked
Her mind now in circles showing it's protective mask
The night arrives, in turmoil she sits waiting
So beautifully dressed, soon to be dating
Her apprehension runs riot, her life crying for change
To live so normal and rid this inner derange
As she turns to the door her eyes starting to tear
A glow lights the room as a beautiful red rose appears
Slowly she turns as she captures the sight
This flower so red emitting this light
This beauty of nature with it's petals so bloomed
Radiate as they grace around her bedroom
At the top of the stairs soon she'll walk down
Into the arms of her date, wearing the most beautiful gown
To the school ball she will go, with her chaperone
When the red rose was released, no longer she'll be alone
Saturday Morning’s routines
The odor of wood smoke
Came into my bedroom
I saw the flambeau flickering lights
From my window
That when I knew it was time
To get out of bed;
I heard old man Sealy voice
He said to his wing man
To put another log on the fire
Keeps the fire blasting?
He said
I put on my rubber rain boots
I Headed down to the barn
Knowingly, it was so close to dawn
Pappy said hey “small point”
Where are you going?
Go back to your bed.
I just wanted to watch
The pigs being slaughter
^
Every Saturday morning
Old man Sealy slaughter the animals
On my granddad farm
It meant meat for the villagers
Pork, beef, chicken and lambs
Fresh Meat for all:
Pappy always said
Do not handicap the children
By making their lives easy
So I hurried on down to the pig pens to watch.
The pigs struggle and squeal violently
The lambs’ trembles
As they struggle to be free
^
As a little child,
I thought that animal was raised
To be killed for food;
Now looking back on those days
I think it was incredible and sad
However, I had some wonderful time
Grilling meat on a stick
With the Butcher’s team
My Childhood memories
Of the slaughter house
what is your stories...Attachments
Touch tickle tweek
When you said you're on your way
I hoped that this
would be the day
Our anticipation
was special magic
Our carnal needs are
so emphatic
You giggled
oh so sweetly
your soft breath
feels so needy
We felt our love
and we felt our lust
joy was timeless
time was mind bliss
A touch will
feel devine
only you
are on my mind
When I touch you
with my hands
You get weak
can barely stand
When you release a
beautiful jesture
It's followed
by an endless pleasure
When your zapped
and so pleased inside
I want to see It
in your eyes
Carnal pleasure
meet me there
when you asked
exactly where
In front of
the mirror
It's the one
touch that is
tickle between my
tweek living room my
squeeze hallway and my
squirt bedroom.
Copyright © Dean Mobley | Year Posted 2016
Now That the End Is Near
The once bare walls, now adorned with signs of my spirit,
Will be bare once again
Four years held here, and now the end is near.
Every laundry pile, every stack of books,
Each crystal placed with care
Will fall into silence.
Now the end is near.
Delicate altars built to honor and hold
Will dissolve,
Making room for a new season’s bloom.
Now the end is near.
The dim-lit living room,
Where Matt Maeson’s verses danced
And Taylor Swift’s voice filled the air,
Where we twirled around to TV Girl
Will stiffen into stillness.
Now the end is near.
The bedroom, where we once worshipped each other,
Where life was created
Now folds inward
With each box packed full of memory.
A soul remembered,
A self once shattered.
But here I healed.
Here, I was reborn.
Now the end is near.
And yet
My new sunroom, a 70s fever dream,
Breathes the colors of beginning.
Here, gratitude floods in
For the space that once cradled me
When I could barely hold myself.
MARRIAGE GOALS
What a colossal list and express phenomenal;
I enlist the daily dose of making her laugh like Hyena,
And evoke unseasonal smile like Harley Quin,
Unleash all romantic poetic armoury on my Queen.
Just like King Solomon, I'll write her classical notes,
Breakfast in bed of nutty pancakes, Ricotta strawberry and oats.
Tease her, not in a rush, till she begins to blush,
And joy starts to torrentially gush...
compliment her till she turns pink
as we skate gleefully on ice rink.
Make love with her mind and soul,
Wise word impartation is the seed I'll sow
until her name changes to Wisdom.
Fulfill our conjugation and exercise marital freedom
Learn a lot from her like my loving mother,
And every potential discord we'll both murder!
As her Bride, I'll Groom her in the way of the Lord,
Fanatically imbibing & feeding positives from my taste bud,
monetise our skills and use all our God-given gifts,
resonate in unbridled sex like freaks in the creeks,
Producing bedroom evidences as we raise our kids, bringing up our seeds even more than I was raised.
And continually, Christ name will only be praised.
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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme
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